Josh has been back in the US for a couple of weeks now and that’s probably why I haven’t even thought about writing. We’re doing fine, though Camille misses him desperately and mourns that her daddy, “has to travel all the time for work.” Oh girl, good thing you weren’t around for the early days. 3-4 weeks is a piece of cake, especially with iMessage and MarcoPolo (FaceTime is blocked here). Back in the Dark Ages it was 7 months with handwritten letters and the occasional email and I had to take photos with a film camera and get doubles printed and mail them so Josh could see how his kid was changing daily during his first year of life.
She’s looking forward to his return at the end of the week, but then he turns right back around to fly to Bahrain for his final physical before retirement. It’s really happening. The beginning of the end. No more PFTs (physical fitness tests) for Josh. They’ll assess how much his back has been jacked from a career of hauling packs and wearing body armor and how much of a beating his ears have taken from exposure to artillery fire and other hearing damaging situations. It takes several days and a whole lot of paperwork as they check every body system for service connected issues. Fortunately, Josh is in better shape than he was 10 years ago and he works every day at keeping his back healthy and mobile, but he needs everything to be recorded in his medical record for any future issues that may come up.
So why have I been too busy to write? Well, first of all, because my chef is out of town. For the past year Josh has been cooking dinner every night. He gets home before me and I have the pleasure of walking in the door and having dinner ready to eat. He’s always been great in the kitchen, but his current job gives him time to cook. Yay for me. Right now I’m coming home, Camille in tow (because she has to come to the library after school since Josh isn’t home to meet the bus), crying that she’s hungry, mad that I won’t let her eat a banana since “dinner will be ready in 15 minutes,” and I scramble to put something together that will keep her from having a complete meltdown.
Actually ^^^ that scenario was week 1. I have learned from my mistakes and now bring food to school for her to eat so she’s not a ball of emotions by 5pm and she has learned that the snack bar serves waffles after school so she skips downstairs with her $1.25 every day and we all win when she’s not crying. Then I come home, cook something and then crash on the couch with my knitting and I’ve been marathoning Friends since it’s too much effort to find a new show to watch. But what I found funny in college I find depressing now. And inappropriate. Ugh. But it seems that most shows are inappropriate these days. #oldlady So I’m skipping parts and knitting and waiting for my hero to come home and make life exciting again.
3 more days until Spring Break! (Camille and I both can’t wait to share lazy mornings of sleeping in and PJs.)